Morning in Redondo Beach. When I lived on the east coast, I would dream of vacations in Paradise. Warm, sunny, almost tropical weather. Beautiful, endless beaches with a relaxed social atmosphere. In 1993 or so I spent a week in San Diego, and when I left, I decided that this part of the country was where I wanted to live. Why travel somewhere like this for vacation when one could live there full-time. Now I live in a house 2 miles from the beach, with a front yard that has Strelitzia reginae to greet us when we come home. Dig.
The Gift
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[Christmas, 1965 or thereabout]
The boy was very young; perhaps 7 or 8 years old. He loved everything about
Christmas - the lights, the music, Santa ...
1 year ago
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